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“You’re going to have to let me off your lap, Your Highness.” I press my hand to his chest and push back, but his arms tighten around me. “Why would I want to do that?”
“My life has never been easy, Rhys. I’m not a pampered princess, and I wouldn’t want to be treated like one now. Would I be able to work?”
“Are you even allowed to marry a commoner?” “I’m more of an ask for forgiveness not permission man, love. It’s already done. You are my wife. My queen. And if you’re ready, I’ll speak to the high council tomorrow.”
“Call your council, Rhys. Tell them whatever you want. But I have a few more rules.” “Bellamy, love, you have me at a disadvantage. You’re on your knees, inches from my cock. I can’t really think straight,”
“There has to be some kind of out if this doesn’t work.” She runs her hands along my quads, and I groan. “I’m not sure if we can build a successful marriage on great sex alone.”
“Even across an ocean, you’ll still be mine. . .” I growl as my blood roars in my ears. “But will you be mine, Rhys?” The question tears a visceral reaction from me. “You’re fucking right, I’m yours. Now show me how you kneel for your king.”
“If your surprise marriage doesn’t send the country reeling, clutching their precious pearls, the fact you prefer that slop to tea certainly will.”
“She’s right here. And she’s also not giving up her morning coffee. Not even for your country, boys.”
All we need are three giant dragons and a bitchy queen. Oh wait . . . that’s me. I’m the bitchy queen. I’m so fucked.
“I promise you my brother knew exactly what he was doing when he slid that ring on your finger. He chose you, even if you choose to live in denial. So do us all a favor and try not to fuck it all up.”
“Bellamy Wilder became Bellamy Windsor the night before my grandfather died. We were married by a bishop of the Church of Mornea in the palace chapel. It was a legal and religious ceremony. She is my wife, and she will be my queen. In the eyes of God and the law, she is who I’ve chosen. So you had better figure out a way because I am not going to let a law that was passed two hundred and fifty years ago dictate who I spend my life with.”
“Was that supposed to be you asking for forgiveness?” “Kings don’t ask for forgiveness, little bee. We tell people what we want done, and we let them make it so.”
“I thought maybe now that you’re wearing the crown, your head might be too big to fit through the door.”
You have always been more than enough. You just needed to find the right person to help you see it.
this is an everyday occurrence. “What is happening?” “There are certain members of the staff who have walk-in rights,” he groans as if he only just remembered that little fact. “Umm . . . You didn’t think maybe you should have told me that?” I snap. “We might want to change that fact if you ever want me naked in this bed again.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m pretty sure threatening to kill a king is against some Mornea law, and I don’t feel like being the reason Ares goes to jail.”
I just wanted a man who would put me first and keep me safe and love me until the day I died, whether that was in my twenties or my eighties.
“I’m sorry you weren’t there to see your sister get married. But I promise you, I will protect her with my life.” “You fucking better.”
“I hope you know we’re all fucked if I’m the voice of reason, Rhys.”
Some girls watched Beauty and the Beast for the beast. I watched it for the library.
Caitlin You hear yourself, right? I’d say you’re living a Hallmark Christmas special, but I’m hoping all the dirty sex you’re having means it’s not fit for Hallmark. Bellamy HBO Max, maybe?
Caitlin You know I had a poster of your husband in my bedroom when I was a teenager, right? Bellamy Yeah well, I thought Callen was hot as hell the first time I met him, so we’re even. Caitlin Brat. Bellamy Twat. Caitlin Queen. Bellamy Ummm . . . you win.
“Oh, come on. Do you two ever stop snogging? Don’t you have to come up for air at some point?” “There are seven hundred and fifty-four rooms in this palace. Go find a different one, Atticus,”
My reign. My rules. I’ll kiss my wife whenever I want. Let them take pictures. They need to get used to it. It might have been the first time, but it won’t be the last.
Rhys Are you both done making fun of me now? Lennon Nope. Atticus Never.
“Oh, bumble bee. Shame on your house. Wait. No. Your house is my house. No shame on your house. Just shame on you. That works.”
“Hello . . . right here.” Atticus points his fork between Rhys and me. “Please don’t do filthy things with my favorite dessert right in front of me.” Rhys grins, and Atticus groans. “Do not ruin this for me.”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I am a lawyer and an all-around nice guy.”
“You can kiss my royal ass, brother. I’m nice to the people I like when I’m around them. Therefore, all-around nice guy.”
“He is a king, not a god.” Atticus leans in from my left. “I mean, I’ve always thought you had a god complex.”
“I could always abdicate, and you could play God.” “The fuck you will.”
Molly screams as she runs into the room and jumps on his lap, I think kneeing him in the nuts in the process. Oh, sweet girl. You just slid right into my favorite niece slot.
“I’m on bended knee, in front of you on my throne, Bellamy. You are my wife and my queen. Does calling you my girl bother you?”
Can the queen of Mornea threaten to kill someone, or will the army actually do it because I typed the words? Asking for a friend.
“I watched my mother die of cancer, love. Try again. And this time, try actually answering the question.”
“I love you too, Rhys. Not your title or everything that comes with it. Just you.” “But can you live with the title and everything that comes with it? Can you love me in spite of them?”
“I want you to fuck me, Rhys. I don’t want gentle. I won’t break. I want to feel you for days. I want to remember tonight every time I move.”
If this man bares his teeth, I may bring back beheading as a form of punishment.
“You just threatened to abdicate the fucking throne and didn’t discuss it with your wife. You’re almost as screwed as me.”
“Atticus has slept with half of Parliament, my love. I’m banking on the fact that they won’t want him on the throne,” he scoffs, and my mind spins. “I refuse to put wrinkly balls in my mouth, you prick. I’ve only fucked two of them.”
“Thank God. Clothes.” “This from the man who hates to wear pants,” Rhys chides. “Maybe I’ll be known as the pants-less king.”
“We should conserve water by showering together every morning, my love.” “Umm . . .” I laugh and grab a towel. “That shower took twice as long as my typical shower takes,
I push away, knowing if I keep touching his bare chest, I’m going to drop to my knees and show him just how much I’d rather be here than meeting my new oncologist.
That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. And I’m the fucking camel who just can’t take any more today.
“I’m trying to follow you here, Bellamy, but if you start talking about other men, I may throw you over my shoulder and take you somewhere I can make you forget any other man ever existed before me,”
“You get to keep your throne.” “I do. But do I get to keep you? I promised if you gave me six months, I’d let you leave if you wanted an out, Bellamy. Are you still looking for that out?” “There was never an out, Rhys. There was only ever going to be you and me at the end of those six months. I knew it in December. I know it now. And I’ll know it fifty years from now.”
Respect can build a dynasty. Trust can make it unbreakable. Love can make it unending.
“You’ve held my hair while I puked. I’m pretty sure we’re past bowing.”
You’re the queen of Mornea, and you’re literally carrying the future king or queen right now. Way to make Cross and me look like underachievers, kid.”
A king doesn’t protect his queen because she’s weak. He protects her because she is his.
